Waifu Catalog: Warcraft Beta Tester

5/4 Evening

The trip back to Darkshire was thankfully uneventful. I dismissed Mezzo. I was planning on making him look like a skinny goblin or something when I had a necklace to spare, but for now I didn’t need a demon trailing behind me.

Tessa was in the tavern, sitting with several night watchmen. She flagged me down and I sat with her. “Sir. You should know that someone was looking for someone with your nephew’s description.” She didn’t change expression while she said it, and I resisted the urge to look around.

“Oh. That’s unusual. Why would someone do that?”

“She claimed to be a relative.” Ok, so nothing good. Otto didn’t technically exist, let alone have relatives. Luckily, Tony had warned me.

“Was it Hope Saldean?”

One of the watchers chimed in. “Yeah, that’s what she called herself.” I forced a resigned smile. This was a dangerous situation, but I needed to handle it quickly.

“Did she have anyone with her? Did she rent a room?”

“She was part of a group of four. I told her ‘Otto’ was staying in Raven Hill. I hope that’s ok.” Not perfect, but not too bad. I’d need to be careful, but if I could beat her in any kind of confrontation, it would be better to be in an isolated place. “She left after that. We aren’t sure where she’s staying.”

“That’s just fine. I’m sure we can meet up with her there.”

I wasn’t too worried. Ultimately, I had a trump card: I had five credits. I could buy Vanessa at any time. She relied on poison, which my entire retinue was highly resistant to; I was extremely unlikely to be meaningfully beaten in our first confrontation, and she literally couldn’t remove my necklace without my consent.

Why not just buy her now, you might ask? Well, if I could capture her that would be as good as 5 credits. Was that cocky of me? Yes, yes it was. Plus, turning the tables on her would be sexy in its own way. If she made me sweat, I’d just admit defeat and then have her riding my cock in the time it takes me to ask nicely. So basically it’s a win-win, either I save five credits or I go through a scenario that sounds incredibly hot to me.

“Did you get the thread, by the way?” Tessa seemed slightly confused for a fraction of a second, then composed herself and pulled a small spool of faintly glowing white thread.

“She said that the hair itself is woven in with the rest, and that she wants to speak with you about how getting it went.”

“I’ll get back to her tomorrow. Tonight, I’m going to bed early.”
I ate quickly, and rushed upstairs to my room with Lividia in tow.

I checked the timer for Abercrombie’s capture and set an alarm for it, a bit after midnight. After that, I laid down with Lividia serving as a combination bed warmer and bodyguard. It didn’t take too long to get to sleep; I’d given my body and mind a pounding.

••••••••••

My alarm woke me at around 2AM, where I confirmed that Abercrombie was fully captured as of a few minutes ago. It was time for a bit of fun. I got up, trying to not wake up the girls, and started fiddling with the app to transform Abercrombie into Abby.

The first and most obvious step was to turn him into a her. I brought up the display and saw in my mind’s eye a 3d model of Abercrombie on a turnstyle. The first thing I did was change Abercrombie into a woman. Easy first step. Abby was a fairly average looking girl next door type with shoulder length brown hair; athletic thanks to body talent, but nothing exceptional.

Can’t have that, not if I’m rebuilding someone from the ground up. I started by scaling up the chest, ass, and hips, then cinching in the waist. She wasn’t quite a Barbie doll but she was close. Speaking of which, I made her hair a thick, wavy golden blonde. Her lips got thicker, and nose a bit smaller. She had a square jaw and thick eyebrows, which gave her a distinctive look that I augmented with high, pronounced cheekbones.

She was a solid 5’8” with not a single blemish on her skin and an overall toned body. I added a tiny layer of fat over her muscles; not erasing them but making her that little bit softer looking. I looked Abby over, and she was a blonde bombshell now. According to her profile, she was currently awake with an elevated heart rate. I decided it was time to go over and help alleviate her concerns.

I appeared in her living room, the small shack in the outskirts of town, and gave my freshly minted harem girl a once over in person. She was gorgeous, and her emerald studded leather collar didn’t look at all ridiculous on her anymore. Her ratty robe on the other hand seemed something of a waste.

(Art by NovelAi https://imgur.com/a/1Krpx5a)

In contrast to her new look, her expression was one of confusion and horror. Abercrombie was still alive and well beneath the surface. I pulled out the entrancement orb and put her on pause for the moment. I quickly went over Abby’s conditioning switchboard and considered my options. I decided to make a few tweaks.

Disrespecting Erich: physical pain became
acknowledging former masculinity: physical pain

With that done, affirmation from acting feminine could go. I replaced it with being touched sexually by Erich, paired with the highest tier of arousal. The next two seemed perfectly acceptable for the next step.

Being praised by Erich: a high degree of euphoria, seemed like praising her many newly fuckable features might help her accept them.

Displeasing Erich: emotional numbness would turn the results of any freak out into her returning to an emotionally neutral state.

The last one, tending to the wants and needs of loved ones: affirmation, seemed like it wouldn’t apply well tonight, so I changed it.

Expressing affection or adoration towards Erich: maximum affirmation. There. Now any positive vibes I could tease out of her would suddenly feel like a breakthrough moment of clarity.

“Now. Are we safe?” I’m horny, not stupid.

“For now. Morbent Fel is on the warpath, but he hasn’t started testing my defenses.” Her voice was deep and husky for a woman’s, but firmly female.

“Good girl. That’s so intelligent and impressive of you.” The smile that formed from such a condescending comment seemed very promising to me. “Would you sleep with me, Abby?”

“No. I don’t want to. I’m married, and I don’t like men.” Well, good thing you’re at a breakpoint Abby, because you’re going to be doing something you wouldn’t do without hypnosis tonight.

“Eliza won’t mind, though. I’m sure of it. Monogamy wasn’t something you ever explicitly discussed was it?” I was guessing. Polyamory is a niche thing in modern society; I doubt an explicit discussion about it would have gone over well in this world.

“No? We didn’t need to.” She wrinkled her nose.

“Eliza doesn’t want you fucking any other women, certainly, but a man is fine.”

“But I don’t like men.”

“But if you did like men, it would be totally fine, right?”

“I… suppose?”

“Don’t suppose. Be firm. If you wanted to sleep with a man, it would be fine for you to do so, right?”

“It would be fine for me to do so, if I wanted to.”

“You should trust your body tonight. If it tells you something, just do it.”

“I should trust my body?”

“Yes. Absolutely. Your involuntary responses to things tell you what you really want.”

“They do?” She managed to sound skeptical even in a trance. That was fine; I wasn’t going to shock her out of it when she was this deep.

“Oh certainly. Especially tonight. You should try it, just for one night, and we can see how it goes.”

“I will try it. Just for one night, to see how it goes.”

“Very good. You’re such a smart and clever girl”

“I’m a smart and clever girl;” she had that huge smile. Oh, that might just be cheating. I’m fairly certain that the necklace has made Abby more vulnerable throughout this whole process. But will she just accept anything I suggest in this state as long as I turn it into a compliment?

“You’re also such an excellent servant to me. It’s amazing and wonderful how you treat my desires as greater than your own. I just love how you put so much thought and effort into how to best please me.” It was worth a shot, and seeing her swaying in place with a dazed grin as I complimented her for being a willing slave was fun even if it didn’t end up penetrating.

“Now I’m going to wake you up, and I just know you will be the most fantastic lover.” She nodded, still grinning. “You’ll be so delightfully eager, so devoted to my pleasure, so obsessed with my cock, that I just might not ever need another lover.” The app said that I could change things about them slowly, so I didn’t expect most of this to stick. But I was ready to be surprised.

“Now, awaken.”

“Oh, sir, you’re back. I hope you know what happened to me.” She seemed a bit acid in tone. That wouldn’t last long.

“Oh yes Abby, clever as always. You are a delectable little treat for me now. You weren’t anywhere near hot enough for me to want to take to bed, but now you are easily that attractive.” I could see her trying to fight off the waves of euphoria as I explained that I’d destroyed her old identity.

I walked over and started to grope her. “I’m particularly looking forward to trying these out. They fill my hands quite nicely, without being too huge.”

“I don’t… I don’t want that.” She started strong but ended quite lamely.

“But you’re flushing so cutely. You seem to be enjoying it.”

“I’m not.” It was so transparently a lie. Communication talent backed me up, I promise it wasn’t just entitlement.

“Try being honest and positive instead. I’m sure that if you try you can find plenty about this situation that you enjoy. Just admit it, see how you feel.” She was smart enough to realize the leading questions meant I was up to something. Such a shame that knowing that fact wouldn’t change anything.

I kept groping her all over her body, and thanks to the harsh lessons about disrespect that had been drilled into her by pain, she wasn’t inclined to resist. I let her have the victory of silence for a bit, no harm in that. Then I took it away.

“You know the silent treatment really isn’t doing it for me. I’m very displeased. I prefer my lovers to be more vocal.” 

As much as she disliked the groping when it was sending waves of arousal through her body, she liked it even less when that arousal was muted by a conflicting order. “I… like when my nipples are touched.” A lot of the tension flooded out of her as she made that remark.

It continued like that for a bit. She’d enjoy my touching and compliments just fine, and would very tepidly talk dirty when pressed, but the newly minted lesbian was having quite a lot of difficulty admitting to herself that it was a man, specifically me, that was the source of all this pleasure. Until she showed affection or adoration to me, she’d be in this state of aroused frustration. I certainly wasn’t going to give her release before then. Maybe I needed a different approach.

••••••••••

Abercrombie was in a strange kind of hell. His body and mind were flooded with pleasure, and he had no response but to it but silence. He respected the power and ruthlessness of this man, and his necklaces did serve to resolve many of his biggest problems, but a very large part of him still hated the smug bastard. That was the part that held on defiantly, refusing to give up his very identity and sense of self. This part was elemental; he certainly couldn’t have explained it in the moment, even if his collar wasn’t holding his tongue. Every ounce of willpower he had left was focused on resisting the form and function being forced upon the old necromancer.

*If you do not wish to enjoy yourself, then I shall.*

Abercrombie’s eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, as he realized what was about to happen. He knew about the spirits of Raven Hill, knew the ability for spirits to subvert the wills of weakened victims. She simply didn’t have the will, or even the desire, to keep fighting.

“Yes, yes! Touch me!” Erich had stripped them both naked, and in this moment he had been standing right behind her, kissing her neck while he pinched her nipples and pressed her body against his. Abercrombie, no, Abby, thrust her ass back against Erich and felt his cock rubbing against her exposed skin. She moaned. “God I love your touch.” As those words left her mouth, both minds inhabiting the body felt their absolute truth.

“Good girl!” Came the surprised reply. The words ripped through Abby, and she wanted more of them. She had gone too long without touch, without pleasure, without intimacy. If that is all Erich desired of her in this moment she was all too eager to provide. “I want you inside me. I don’t care about anything else. Just fuck me.” The first sentence was already truth, but as she whimpered it out, it became the way things were meant to be. The rest was just her best attempt to make it happen.
Erich pushed her against the wall of the little shack and did as she asked. If his fingers had been a delight, his cock was true bliss. “Tell me you love me.” She heard, grunted out between thrusts.

“Yes. Yes I love you. I love you. I love you.” It started out as something she just said to make him happy, to make sure he’d keep fucking her. But with every thrust and every repetition it seared itself into her mind. Half an hour later, when Abercrombie cast the spirit out and tried to reassert himself, his bitter wish to stay unhappy simply couldn’t find purchase against Abby’s joy. It dwindled, and became an unpleasant memory. Nothing more.